I was calmly sitting at my kitchen table, drinking coffee and watching my brother, Mikey, cleaning up everything. Weirdo.
“Y'know, Gerard, you could help me.” he rolled his eyes.
“Yes, dear brother, I could. But the fact of the matter is I don't want to.” Just after I spoke, there was a harsh pounding on the door. “One second!” I called.
Mikey muttered a thank you as I went to the attention of whoever was on the other side of the door. Upon opening the door, there were two FBI agents , one holding up his badge (though the other had on a bulletproof vest claiming who they were) and his partner had a paper ready I hand. “Can I help you, officers?”
“Mr Gerard Way?” The badge one asked. I nodded slowly. “I am Officer Shaddix. This is my partner, Officer Sanders. We have a warrant to search your apartment.”
I raised a puzzled eyebrow. “Alright. May I ask what the problem is?” I stepped aside, allowing them in. Mikey looked equally as confused.
“There has been a disappearance, you are a suspect.” They each pulled out search equipment. One looked like fingerprint dust, another looked like DNA recognizing stuff. “Do you know a young Mr. Frank Anthony Thomas Iero?”
I looked up worried and confused. “Frankie? Yeah, he's my boyfriend.” The two officers exchanged a glance. “What?”
“It's nothing, Mr. Way.” Officer Sanders replied. “Do you mind if I check your bedroom?”
“If it'll help you find Frank, check mine as well.” Mikey called.
“Now who are you?” Officer Shaddix sized him up.
“I'm Gerard's brother, Michael Way. I live here with Gerard.” He answered, avoiding eye-contact.
“Thank you, but you are also now a suspect.” Mikey sighed, expecting that, I guess.
“Jacoby, I think you should come in here.” Officer Sanders called from my bedroom. Both me and 'Jacoby' advanced toward my door.
“What is it, Matt?” He looked for 'Matt' who was in the corner next to my bed.
He held up my trash can in his latex-gloved hand. “I found five used condoms in Mr. Way's trash bin.”
They each turned to me. “I had sex with my boyfriend, what's the big deal?”
“Mr Way, Gerard, how old are you?” He walked over with an evidence bag he pulled from his pocket, dropping one in.
“20. Why do you ask?” I crossed my arms, leaning on the door frame.
They exchanged a glance. “Gerard Way, you are under arrest for having sex with a minor. We will also have to take you in for questioning.” Officer Shaddix Pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
“Wait, what? Okay, not resisting arrest, but what are you even talking about? Frank is 19.” I held my wrists out behind my back for officer Shaddix to attach the cuffs.
“Incorrect. He is 15.” He tightened the metal. “Sanders, you keep looking. I'm taking him in.”
As we walked out of my bedroom, approaching the door I was utterly confused and a little angered that he lied to me. “What, how?”
“I don't know why he lied, but until we find him, the information won't help the case.”
Mikey looked up, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Gerard? Wh-what's going on?”
“Can I get a moment with my brother?” He released his hold on my wrists and and nodded. I walked over and nudged Mikey back, giving us a bit more distance. “Listen Mikes, Frank lied and they have to bring me in for questioning. I might go to jail.”
“What? Why would he lie, and what about?” He pulled me in for a hug, his face turning red, meaning he was about to cry. He was only 16, he couldn't keep up with everything. He had a bookstore job, not enough income for him to pay rent, groceries, and personal things. I don't blame him for being scared.
“He's younger than even you. He's only 15, Mikes. I might get charged for sleeping with a minor and I have to be brought in for questioning.” I placed a soft brotherly kiss on his cheek. “I love you, mikey.”
His face was covered in tears and he was sobbing on my shoulder.”I lo-ove you, t-too, Gee.” He stuttered, his breathing shaky. He returned the kiss and I walked back to the now open door.
“Ready?” I nodded and followed Officer Shaddix down the hall, to the elevator, into the lobby, and out to the car in the parking lot. I hate the lobby manager. She gave me dirty looks on the daily as it is. Seeing me in cuffs by an FBI officer won't make things any better. I got into the car without any help and sat in silence. It didn't take as long as I though to get to the station (if that's what you'd call it). He pulled my local file from a cabinet drawer and we continued walking to an interrogation room. “I don't entirely blame you, Way. You seem like a good kid, living with your little brother, you have a stable job, a little on the side with music and art, clean bill of health, so I assume mister Iero won't have any STDs.”
I blushed at that. “No, sir. Plus, you found the condoms.” He took out a small key and unlocked the handcuffs, going to the other side of the table, sitting down.
“Which also adds to it that you're safe, you care.” He leaned forward and looked me in the eye. “You do, however, have a history of drug and alcohol abuse.”
I ran my hands through my hair. “Yeah. Yeah I do. But I quit, both. I pulled a pack of cigarettes
out of my pocket and slid them across the table. “Just tobacco. Check if you want.” He lifted them, opening the pack and smelling them.
He handed them back to me. “You're clean. Do you know if Frank has any history of drugs or drinking?”
“He, uh, drinks occasionally. Not much, a beer or two, some vodka, wine, you know, celebratory stuff.” He nodded. “No drugs though. He got me off of pills and cocain. He helped me through the recovery.”
“Sounds like you had yourself a right said, straight forward boy.” He glanced over the lines, flipping through to another page. “No violence, good. Right, no sudden gestures of violence on him?”
I shook my head, dark hair falling in my face when I looked down. “He hit me, though. Once.” Officer Shaddix raised an eyebrow. “We were fighting and he snapped, threw a punch. Gave me a bruised cheek and mandible. Ran out, but apologized the next morning. At 5:30 in the morning.” I laughed slightly.
“Well, then.” He smiled. “Not a bad relationship, I guess I'd say. Listen Gerard, if I may,” I nodded “You don't really need to be here, I don't think. You didn't hurt him, you're a good guy, you're clean. I'm not going to put any charges on you.” He stood. “Let's go.”
Officer Shaddix wasn't a bad guy, he was really cool. He just had to be tough for his job. He drove me back to my apartment building. We walked in, talking and the lobby manager (you really don't need her name), was still scowling. When we got back to the apartment, Mikey was still freaking out, sitting on the couch and Officer Sanders had several bags of 'evidence' on the table.
Instead of coming and hugging me, asking if I was alright, the first thing Mikey does when he sees me is scream “He took my phone!”
I face palmed and glared. “Yeah, I'm fine don't worry.”
“Sanders,” Offi- Jacoby called “Give the boy his phone back.” He took a bag off the counter and threw it on the couch.
“Gee, thanks.” Mikey grumbled.
I flopped down next to him. “I didn't do anything.”
He smacked the back of my head. “I am happy to know you're okay and here.”
“We'll be going. We may come back for more questions, but only answer if it's us. We have this case taken care of.” They left and the day for me and Mikey went on as usual... Minus most of the things in our drawers.